For my consistent and enthusiastic reviewer Trickssi. Just a little something my brain came up with while getting a snack one night. Theme is Privacy. I own nothing. It's 3 in the morning and I should so be in bed.
Botta wandered sleepily down the hall toward the kitchen; he'd woken up hungry in the middle of the night and decided to get himself a snack. As he approached the room, however, he found he could hear muffled voices coming from the kitchen. The voices were making sounds not ordinarily found outside of bedrooms. With a shake of his head, he pushed the door open to confront the couple.
When he saw them there, he raised an eyebrow. It seemed two of the young recruits had been making these noises; he thought he remembered their names as Remy Wullen and Sirin Kuros. Remy was sitting on the counter, his chest bare and a shirt sitting beside him, looking at Botta with wide eyes that never seemed to lose their tired look. Sirin, on the other hand, was nearly glaring at the intruder; his wild black hair, usually pulled into a regulation ponytail, hung loose. Remy's nervousness was offset by Sirin's clear willingness to defend his mate. They waited mistrustfully for their superior officer's reaction.
"That's rather disgusting, you know," Botta told them conversationally as he entered the room more fully, his expression carefully neutral.
Sirin's scowl turned into a snarl. "So," he growled, "I guess we know the limits of the acceptance policy around here, don't we?"
Botta looked at him steadily. "If you're looking for somewhere new and adventurous," he said, "there's a mostly-empty broom closet down the way, or the Rheiard hangar is usually empty this time of night. If you're feeling particularly experimental, I believe we aren't keeping anyone in cellblock B at the moment. But these counters are for food preparation." He shrugged at their twin expressions of disbelief, turning away to face the refrigerator, "In other words: We eat in here. Take that somewhere else, please."
Remy's eyes were full of guarded hope, while Sirin's snarl had faded to an expression reminiscent of a lost puppy. "You're…not going to try to keep us apart?" he asked confusedly.
"What you do on your time off is no one's business but your own. I trust you will not allow this relationship to affect your performance while on duty?" He turned back to look at them sidelong, and both shook their heads quickly. "Then there's no reason to do so, no." He smiled a little, "So, do we understand the bounds of the Renegades' acceptance policy, Mister Kuros?"
"Y-yes, sir," Sirin stammered, then grinned, "Thank you, sir." Without another word, he helped his lover off of the counter, and the two of them fled for some other location.
Botta shook his head and chuckled a bit once they'd gone, then turned back to deciding what he should have to eat. After a moment, he reluctantly chose the chicken soup over his first choice of tuna; Yuan hated the smell of fish, and he knew that if he brought any back to the room they shared, he'd have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.